Stood me up, gave me no clue
Bird gangs, it was birds i flew
Everyone gave up on me,
But am i less holy
Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame
She gave a hundred dollars like it's gambling game!
Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago
She gave me six love, i ain't talking domino
Please don't let me be pigeonholed in no regular job
Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top
Like they're giving me a rim job
As long as we're cooperating with god
Take her back to where i live
But she gave me head till her necks stiff
Her knees are sore 'cause she blow me
But five years from now i bet she see
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